http://slow.writerscafe.org/melissaa_raya The original writings of author Melissa Raya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342309 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first time he kissed me was in truth or dare. But it's never really the first that counts.One day he showed up at my house at 6am. He told me we were soulmates, and I always did believe everything he said. We sat in the parking lot for 2 hours. And goddamn it, it was so hard to walk away.He kiss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melissaa_raya/1703977/ A poem about what home means to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melissaa_raya/1703286/ About someone I never thought I'd feel this about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melissaa_raya/1702431/ Thefirst lesson my mother every taught me was the importance of books-- how to lovethem; caress every word with my eyes until they made sense. To embody theessence of it, until it became my own, something I could relate to. I learnedearly on that life was just an extended version of reading,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melissaa_raya/1691106/